Still no progress, even over a long weekend. I spent hours playing spider solitaire, but wasn't even tempted to try and write. Of course, I felt like hell, and at one point passed out from the drugs Birdie fed me to quiet me down. ;-)
UPDATE: I wrote that at 10:40 this morning. Now it's five o'clock and I just put out 600 words in fifteen minutes.
I don't know what's worse - not writing, or whipping out words in what could be a 2000-words-an-hour pace. I just finished the bomb shelter chapter, and it occured to me on the fly why Grandma Opal doesn't protest more when Kelsey wants to leave. She doesn't really believe it, either, and rationalizes that Miriam has just had a panic attack. Yeah, that's it, that explains the blood on the window. BUT, then Kelsey opens the door and it's a sea of blood on the stairs. Bwahahaha...
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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